— You’re still here? I said I wouldn’t hire you! You have no business knocking around here!
Romanov growls behind me, and I whip around sharply, holding the baby close to my chest.
— I’d leave, too… but— I raise the child, trying not to wake him.
The man’s gaze falls on the sleeping boy’s face, and Romanov freezes like a statue.
— Where is his mother?!
— She left! — I shrug.
Right now I’ll give him his son and run back home. I’m tired of this place and this pompous boss.
— She left? And him?! — Romanov asks loudly, and I hiss:
— Quiet! You’ll wake him up now! I already barely managed to calm him down!
I rock the baby and shoot a furious look at the unfinished father.
— There, in the drawer, there’s a note. It must be for you. I didn’t read it.
Romanov snatches the paper and quickly scans what’s written. With every second, his face grows paler.
— You’re hired! — he exhales.
— What?!
— Are you also deaf? I said—I’m hiring you! Only not as an assistant. You’ll be the nanny for… my son.